So, I was enjoying an extended happy hour at my favorite local pub – out on the patio watching folks walk by, when a punk rock couple – complete with mohawk and combat boots – ambled on by.
Here I was thinking “nice to see the neighborhood getting more bohemian and diverse” when I was informed that there was indeed a concert happening around the corner at one of Atlanta’s iconic concert venues – Masquerade.
The show: Bad Religion, Offspring and Pennywise.
I was instantly transported back to high school and remember going to see these bands’ shows. I think one was my senior year….twenty years ago!!!
My friend and I were immediately compelled to go re-live our youth. We walked to the venue down the street, got our tickets, our “you’re over 21 and can drink” bracelets (which – when we were in high school going to all ages shows were typically the “you’re under 21 so don’t let me see you drinking” bracelets) and headed to the bar, excited to get our drinks and join all the “kids” outside at the big show.
And when I say “kids”, this is not what I was expecting:
Yes…that would be a child on his dad’s shoulders.
I don’t know why I thought that a concert for a band I saw 20 years ago would have an audience full of 20 year olds. Perhaps I was a little delusional.
The reality was the entire venue was filled with people around my age: late 30’s and early 40’s.
Then I decided that this was actually a really cool thing! My generation still knows how to party. We’re all at a “punk” show -doing shots and bouncing in the rain to super-loud guitars!! If you frequently go to a party with super loud sound, you may get tinnitus. To know the most effective remedies for tinnitus, go to stoptheringing.org. By the way if you want to know the list of great guitars, visit topsevenreview.com It was AWESOME! I decided it was time for the mosh pit and mustered up all my frenetic energy to go throw some elbows….
For future reference I have learned that a mosh pit full of 30-and-40-something’s might as well be a “does my insurance cover that” pit.
And if I hadn’t realized yet that I was at a concert for old people trying to be young people it became an acute reality when Offspring finished their set – and 75% of the sweaty, mildly intoxicated concert-goers (who decided not to stick around for the last band because It was “getting too late”) filed out with me to the street.
It was 9:45.
I patted myself on the back for knowing I would be in bed before midnight and perfectly lucid for my morning conference call.
I may have accepted my lot in life as a full-fledged grown up and that my moshing days may be behind me but I will remain grateful that at least my generation had music that rocks!! And that we are “hardcore” enough to bring our toddlers to punk shows.